Emma boarded the plane for her next work trip and was relieved to find she had an empty seat next to her. However, before she could settle, a tall, dark, and handsome man took the seat next to her. He smelled of whiskey and his slightly stained dress shirt hinted at an unruly past.
"Hey," he said, breaking the silence after takeoff. "I'm Max."
"Emma," she replies.
Max leans over towards her and whispers, "So, what's a pretty thing like you doing on a plane all alone?"
She can feel her cheeks flush as she shrugs off his question. Emma notices that his hand is resting on the armrest between them, and it is slowly inching closer to her thigh.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Emma raised her voice and moved her seat away from him.
Max leans in closer to her, "Come on, don't be like that."
"Leave me alone," Emma growls, sticking to her gun.